Happy 1st Birthday!
By TheIntrospectiv... on November 16, 2011
When I went to get my baby this morning, he was standing indignantly in the corner of his crib, with his little arms dangling over the side. He was crying, as if to say, “I can’t believe you left me here all alone!” But he stopped crying as soon as I picked him up. I kissed his sweet, soft cheeks and whispered, “Happy birthday, little one.”
I can’t believe that my baby is 1 year old today. I can remember when he was just a little bundle that slept in our bed, and now here he is, a miniature man who grows more independent every day. Here’s a snapshot of my one-year-old:
Moo, baa, roar: Like most babies, he’s very into animals. He seems to have a special affinity for cows. If he’s in the kitchen with me, he won’t let me close the refrigerator door until I’ve shown him the milk carton and we’ve both made a satisfactory moooo…. And his “roar” is so cute. He doesn’t make any noise, but I can tell he’s trying to do it. However, his roar is more like when you exhale against a fogged glass.
On the move: I remember, before he was mobile, when I could set him down in one spot and he’d stay there. Often, he would use his little feet to twirl himself around in a circle, “like a ballerina in a jewelry box” one of my favorite day care workers would say. Now, he’s an amazingly good crawler. I love to hear the slap, slap, slap of his little hands on our wood floors.
Smiles: He’s such a content, sweet-tempered little baby, with the best grin. When he smiles with those blue eyes and big dimples, I just melt.
This first year has flown by, and I know the years to come will as well. I guess I won’t be able to call him a “baby” much longer. I’m not sure when the “cutoff” is – do they stop being a baby when they turn 1? When they start walking? I’m not sure. I suppose that in the next few months, once he begins to take those first steps, I’ll have to start calling him a toddler. But no matter what I call him, in my heart, I know he’ll always be my baby.